Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)

Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 49.1

“I finally got him back...”

Ning Chu’s heart finally settled after returning to his dormitory.

At least there wouldn’t be some fox-girl seducing Wen Yang in their residence, right?

“Wang Jie, help me return this trolley, it’s from that Sichuan restaurant we ate at earlier.”

“Sure.”

Ning Chu sat on the chair backward, leaning against the backrest with his arms crossed and staring blankly at Wen Yang lying on the floor.

A bamboo mat covered the ground, and Ning Chu had even placed a thin blanket over Wen Yang to keep him warm.

“Oh, and your ice cream and drinks.” He put the drinks he brought for his roommates on the table. “Please grab them yourself later.”

“Okay,” Zhang Shaoqing yawned. “What kind of mess is this? And you just happened to witness it?”

The corners of Ning Chu’s lips curled up slightly as he mumbled, “This guy always attracts trouble; what can I do?”

And that was only the beginning...@@@@

He rested his head on one arm, feeling a headache coming on.

“I’m going to play games now.”

Not only that, because he repeatedly stopped Wen Yang from having sex with the named female characters, he’d unwittingly offended quite a few girls.

He had no cash left and couldn’t even afford to buy food.

The days ahead would undoubtedly be difficult.

All thanks to Wen Yang!

Seeing that Wen Yang was still lying on the bamboo mat without moving a muscle, Ning Chu decided to take a bath and check with the System exactly where his feminization was occurring and how severe it was. But just as he stood up and opened the wardrobe, the cell phone resting on the table vibrated once again.

Ning Chu glanced at the caller ID; only one word was noted above: Mom.

He paused, then frowned slightly before pursing his lips and picking up the phone to walk toward the balcony.

Leaning against the railing, he answered the call but didn’t immediately speak.

He really didn’t know what to call her.

“Hello? Little Ning?”

“...”

“It’s almost the holiday. When are you coming home?”

The voice from the other end of the line was lively yet gentle, the tone soft like that of a young maiden, yet filled with love for her child.